The other side of Heaven's End Mountain.
Jiang Qiao and Shen Boxia watched the clearing opposite them.
The ghostly flames grew brighter and brighter.
The eerie green light was no longer scattered in tiny specks as before, but had merged into one expanse.
It illuminated the entire snowfield like a Ghost Domain.
Within the light, those weightless paper houses became increasingly distinct. Even the patterns carved into the paper window lattices were clearly visible.
And that was not all.
Beneath the eaves of the paper houses, at some unknown point, white lanterns had been hung one after another.
The lanterns were made of paper, pure white all over, with a large black character for "Mourn" written on each of them in ink.
The handwriting was crooked and twisted.
It carried an indescribable eeriness, as if whoever had written it...
No.
The thing that had written it was not human at all!
"There's been a new development."
"Look at those houses. They've even hung lanterns and written mourning characters on them. I'm afraid we won't have a peaceful night tonight."
"Hard to refuse such gracious hospitality."
"There are only the two of us here. Who else could those mourning lanterns have been prepared for?"
Jiang Qiao laughed.
"You really don't care at all, do you?"
Shen Boxia thought to himself.
He did not dare relax as much as Jiang Qiao. His gaze remained fixed on the snowfield, alert to the slightest movement.
Rustle...
The lanterns swayed gently in the windless night.
Something was strange at that moment.
There was no wind in the mountains.
Yet the lanterns were swaying, as though something invisible were passing beside them.
There was more and more funerary paper as well.
Yellow, white, round with square holes in the middle—it had initially drifted down only sparsely,